07 — Miss CaramelD
07 — Miss CaramelD
It would be super easy to write something semi false for my entry but if this is meant to be a diary entry about your day, you have to be true to the day.
Well the day sucks.
(Note to self make sure you get your nails done this weekend as they are too long to type properly on a desktop).
Morning started off with a mini family meltdown about my little brother who has a learning and physical disability and has decided to start a mini ‘tweenage’ rebellion by not taking his medication. Cue lots of shouting and me having a mini panic attack about a future filled with worrying about my brother one way or the other forever when my parents get too old (I’m his only sibling).
Anyway made it to work — we are a couple of staff members down — the sales calls are ridiculous high and I am a bit fed up of people calling me ‘Isabelle’ as that is what they hear when I tell them my Igbo name.
So yup, not adulting well today, but you have to keep moving like a shark or something about if you stop you die.
With all this swirling in my head you can imagine my expression when my phone pings and I see:
“hey u r so cute. how r u 2day”
Oh yes! Online dating. The place where grammar and spelling went to die. In the spirit of seizing the day, I carried my two feet and joined an online dating thingy as I was getting very very easily comfortable being alone and I know I am going to wake up one morning and not want to be anymore. I broke up with my ex last November and decided to jump back in the pool this month and my goodness, get my towel as I might want to climb out of the pool again!
It’s a numbers game and the trick is to persevere. Once you wade through the language murderers, the men who look like your dodgy uncles, and those who get REALLY ANGRY if you don’t reply within minutes of their missive, you are sure to find some top people.
(She hopes).
Then when you start chatting to someone and it doesn’t feel like homework, then you are cooking on gas! It’s all a bit of an adventure.
……and there goes the work phone again, fingers crossed no one calls me Isabelle anymore!
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Miss Caramel D | Avid reader, joyous dancer and tenacious blogger. Just trying to love life. http://misscarameld.blogspot.com